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    The certanity of being in my breathing
    The complete knowing of the me in
    The guarantee of my blackness
    The whole of my humaniy
    The truth of my womanity
    The meaning of my inner longings

    My vision,My chase
    My dreams, my nightmares
    My wants, my needs
    My hopes to grasp
    My desires to capture

    My destiny, My unknowns
    My journey, My unknows
    My knowing, my dwelling in my today
    The now,my knowings

    My supreme louder beauty, my whole
    My whole, my africanness
    My whole, my roots
    My beauty, my being

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    polmash’s Poems (2)

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